I got all wound up in the oracle.
Knots.Big ones.
Huge.
Obstacles.
Isosceles.
Everywhere.
In my stomach.
In my mouth.
In my hair.
In my throat.
And the muscles that pulled my eyes back in their sockets.
And with my tongue tangling itself restlessly just at the top of the waterslide.
Then down below.
And way up in the crevices of my mind.
It was a footrace to get them untied.
Undone.
None of this would be happening if we just made the effort to like each other.
I suppose.
Knots.
Bigger still.
love it all, but for some reason this line took away from the beauty of the other more abstract lines:
ReplyDeleteNone of this would be happening if we just made the effort to like each other.
Sometimes I feel like you are telling us instead of showing us. All but this line felt as if I was being shown something. Good work.
Knots can be untied with patience!!!!!!!!!!
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